I have a spring garden
On the edge of withering and rebirth
The peach blossoms waiting quietly are not as bright as the worldly ones
I once planted a garden full of red beans
But I can't plant lovesickness
Maybe I should be a ruthless person
So ruthless, there was never a drop of tears
Until a late migratory bird returns
suddenly in this spring
From then on, I had concerns until spring withered
Maybe this is lovesickness, maybe I'm not a heartless person
But tears can't nourish spring. I should have known that winter would leave
So I caught the blue sky and white clouds
Decorate my spring, cover it with white clouds, and have a good sleep
When you wake up, the flowers will bloom
Wait, wait for a winter, wait for a late migratory bird
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
